Compassion Poem by welkin siskin

Compassion



When you are filled with

niobe all tears

and throes of plight,

My compassionate freshet

of lenity

shall cascade being the balm of comfort.

My passionate soul

shall smooch the eyes of yours,

And my complete heart shall

surrender the joys of intimacy

before you

Monday, October 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: compassion
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